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john anthony (rap) – down bad lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah
’cause i gotta feel for you
can’t tell if you notice it too
they tell me don’t rush anything
but i’m going quick with the moves
she fine as f+ck and i need it
i’m just tryna tell ya the truth
i’m terrible at keepin’ a secret
so i ain’t gon’ keep it from you
don’t care if there’s nothing to lose
i’m talkin’ like fine dinner at a different state, gotta bottle or two
i’m talkin’ the highest room at the vegas suite with the prettiest view
i’m talkin’ that everything, girl you already know i simp for you
i wish i can show you off like a fresh whip, when you buyin’ it new
or buyin’ a few
i ain’t not sayin’ this sh+t to be tryin’ for you
i know that it’s easy to say what you wanna hear, i ain’t lyin’ to you
you workin’ out hard for that body you got, that’s why i be eyin’ at you
sh+t, i ain’t not down bad, you the type of girl i be dyin’ to do
for real

[bridge]
nah
yep, over and over
yeah
(yeah)
(ah sh+t, like whoa)
[verse 2]
d+mn, 5k for the iced out chain ’round my neck, lil b+tch, aye
run up with you with the nine, still got the tags on it, lil b+tch, aye
i just took her through the backroad, i don’t waste time with lil b+tch, aye
turn the city to the bad boy, you gon’ see just how the villain gets, whoa
summer cake, down at venice, gotta eat it up like i’m a first date
or gotta eat it up like i’m ’bouta celebrate sh+t like a birthday
sleepin’ on me like hotel, probably never thought i’d be surestay
a decade later and i’m still shakin’ all you rappers up like an earthquake
i don’t gotta hit ’em up
i don’t gotta do a thing to f+ck with these rappers who never be doin’ enough
i don’t gotta say a word or spit ya verse to show ya i ain’t givin’ a f+ck
standin’ on business like thirteen in tb, you know i’ma keep a buc
top of the mountain, i promise that sh+t where i’m stayin’ and i ain’t not givin’ it up
d+mn
talkin’ numbers like a bank teller
f+ck your records, man they ain’t sellers
ibuprofen to the world, i’ma top dog like a f+ckin’ paink!ller
sample on ya like i’m j dilla
shawty f+ck with me and yet i ain’t with her
but still i’m ’bouta do the what?
like what?
like what?
like still i’m dealin’ with the fake sh+t
same sh+t i had in grade six
same sh+t that had my friends slither ’round my back, like i’m in a snake pit
ain’t down bad, i’m impatient
y’all blurs to me, f+ck a lasik’s
mother f+ckers mad but they ain’t sh+t
yeah

- john anthony rap lyrics

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